Dorkus

Here's the deal, dude. I am not one of the cool kids. I am never going to be one of the cool kids. For the last couple of years I've fallen into this pattern of caring what the world at large thinks of me and the choices I make for myself. I was walking up to my son's preschool today when I found myself frantically pawing at the barbell in my lip. I had to get it out before any of the other mothers saw it...or what would the kids think? But then, where am I teaching them any tolerance or acceptance? Do I not want them to grow up confident in who they are, regardless of who that may be? Leading by example is not going to be a good thing if Phoenix sees me hiding even something as stupid as a lip ring, and it really is stupid if they give a shit. So here is my little blog about how I felt walking home from preschool today. Thanks to a dancing Snoopy card, I found the inspiration to try and write it.
The truth of the matter is this. I wear adidas because they're dope, not because I am a crazy workout freak. I have tattoos instead of tea parties. There are some holes in my face, and I have no idea what the fuck PX90 is. I only try to get my son to take naps on the days when we are going to go out at midnight for some planetary viewing, and I think it's important that he know how a compost bin works. I am a band geek, and the poorest philanthropist you'll ever meet. I eat bullshit like qinoa and spelt because I like them and they are good for me, not because it is the latest trend in orange county housewivery. I believe in organic because how can chemicals or genetic modifications be any kind of good for digestion. My friends who are native to this land, are just that, Native Americans, and my friends from India are from a land called Asia. I believe all our presidents have been the same guy with a different signature, and McDonald's will kill you if you let it.
In the end, I'm probably not as cool as you are, but I guarantee you, your kid thinks I'm awesome, and so does mine. So fuck you cool kid.

Blah

So I've had the new laptop for a good week now. I have no excuse not to blog. So I am blogging. But I don't have anything to say, except it sucks not having anything relevant to contribute. I am not exactly sure why I thought all of a sudden inspiration would just land on me the minute I got a laptop. Silly rabbit. So every night for the last week I've lied in bed thinking about not being able to write. I know if I could just break the cycle, and get one little nugget of an idea, I could get going again. Unfortunately for me, my brain can get on a one track circuit, and it kills. The even more infuriating thing is that there is one time a day I can guarantee a good idea, but I can't take the laptop in the shower. So there you have it. I suck, but at least I got some words on the page under today's date.

Fuck.

Well it's happened again. I was all excited, picked out a lap top, and now I will not be getting it. Had the money and everything, then the damn car blew up. This blows. The end.

Joy and Rapture

Yay! It's September and that means in a two weeks I will get a lap top of my very own! Wooty toot! I know what you're thinking, but Lynn you have a computer lab in your living room. I know, but all of them have dedicated jobs for my uber geek. I will able to post with some form of regularity. Well, as much as my a.d.d. brain will allow. So now I just need to decide which one is the one for me. Mike suggested a pink one. And normally he'd be right, I usually buy everything in pink for survival purposes. (What you didn't know boys and zombies hate pink?) This time I didn't want to just pick it because the guys won't try and kype it from me. I still really have know idea what I want though. I have been eyeballing this bamboo asus that looks pretty sweet, but I can never really decide. Crap.

Holy Hovercrafts!

Have you ever got really, super, crazy excited about an idea for a blog, only to forget it the second you sat in front of the computer? Fuck.

Getting the Rust Out

Here we go! It's been a while, so I forced to myself to find something to write about. I found it when I least expected. So here goes, the first thing I've written in ages. Forgive me while I'm getting back in the swing of things.

Reading a friends blog the other day and he poses the question of why people read blogs. I gave it a little pondering. For me although I was surrounded with a group of friends I loved, I'm certain there are some things that were never talked about. Things no one ever said, subject that were never breached.
All the cats I like to hang around with were really only into a handful of things, at least as far as everyone else could see. I should say that there were only a few things that everyone talked about together. Mostly music and partying. Every last one of them had exquisite taste in the music they listed to, but would never branch out past playing metal. That's the crux though, I think our group as a whole never really got past the surface. I'm almost positive that none of them, save for Jacob, ever knew that I was in a band, or my insatiable need to continuously fill my brain with less than mainstream knowledge. I'm way off on a tangent now.
What I mean to say is, in the carbon realm we can find ourselves completely void of cerebral stimulation, even among our closest friends. In the land of the blogger, you can find something that is of interest to you. Sure there is tons of shyte to wade through. And I'm sure that most people think both this and "Displaced Californian" are crap, and I'm okay with that. The point is we are all free to choose which of these things we find compelling, or funny, or interesting, or freeing from our own mundane lives. And as writers, the anonymity that the interweb gives us, allows us to talk about things we would have shied away from bringing to the table at the last barbecue/party/whatever you and your pals do. Maybe you thought they'd find your collection of Starwars costumes a bit excessive. Maybe I"m into sure about reactions to my obsession with astral projection. Who knows? It matters not, because here you are free to read my brain wanderings, or move on to something that better suits you. Happy travels friend.

Here you go Jacob

Here are a couple of a little more recent pictures of Phoenix and me.